( Enjolras does his best to tidy up while he waits, fixing his piles of paperwork and shoving his empty coffee mugs into the sink. Then he mostly paces, restlessly moving around his apartment while fretting.
When there's a knock at the door he rushes to answer it, stopping shortly before it to gather his breath, run a frantic hand through his hair. )
R.
( He smiles, nervous and ridiculous, opening the door wide. )
smooching, imminent
When there's a knock at the door he rushes to answer it, stopping shortly before it to gather his breath, run a frantic hand through his hair. )
R.
( He smiles, nervous and ridiculous, opening the door wide. )
Come in.